Mag-log inShe hoped for a savior, but she found the devil. He is Saint. But he is no saint. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine".
view moreMicini’s POVI didn’t get out of bed until the afternoon.When I opened my eyes, Natalie was already gone. But the blanket was still draped over me like a promise.I felt lighter.Not healed. Not okay.But lighter.Maybe crying had wrung something out of me. Or maybe I was just too tired to keep carrying everything today.I showered. Slowly. As if every drop of water might rinse away the filth I felt clinging to my skin.By the time I made it downstairs, I didn’t expect anyone to be waiting.But Luca was in the kitchen.He looked up as soon as I entered. His whole face shifted into something soft and familiar.Something safe.Or… what I thought safety looked like.“I made you tea,” he said, gesturing to the cup on the counter.I nodded, sitting down without speaking.I didn't question how he knew I was on my way down, I didn't have the strength for that He didn’t push the conversation. Just slid the tea toward me and sat across the island.I took a sip. It was warm. Bitter. Grounding
_Micini’s POV_The silence after Saint left was worse than anything he said.Even the echo of the door slamming didn’t linger.It was like his presence had been scrubbed from the room, and in its place was a gaping hollow that nothing could fill.Luca didn’t speak. He didn’t touch me, either.He just sat beside me like a shadow. A waiting shape. Always there.I stared into the fireplace, watching the flames flicker and shrink. They reminded me of everything inside me — too much heat, burning itself out.All I could think about were my parents and how much that information had hurt me. “I should go rest,” I finally said, my voice dry and flat.My mind was barely there and if he said anything else, I didn't hear him.Luca stood as I stood.He didn’t offer to walk me back. I think even he knew I needed silence more than safety.The hallway felt too long. Too narrow. Like it was built to make people feel small.Make ME feel small. Maybe that’s what this whole house was — a maze designed
Micini's POV_We uncovered something... but I'm not sure you'll want to hear it."My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach, my legs shaking beneath me. They found something about my parents. After all this while. "What did you find?" Luca asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me. Suddenly hearing about my parents shook me more than I thought. And why wouldn't it? Daniel had kidnapped me years ago and all the memories I had about my parents disappeared. I couldn’t even remember what my own mother looked like. And now he says he found something about them? I wasn't sure what to feel.Does my parent know about me? Would they want me when they find out? Different thoughts ran through my head and I struggled for what to do.Luca seemed to understand the way I felt because his fingers dug into my waist lightly, holding my steady.“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Let’s hear what he has to say.” “What did you find?” My voice was small. It didn’t even sound like mine.The ma
I walked down the hallway, my mind filled with confusion and guilt. I had left Luca's room in a rush after kissing him, I couldn't stand seeing the look on his face when I broke off our kiss. To me, it felt as if I was deceiving him, and maybe I was. I had kissed him less than thirty minutes after his brother touched me and I felt dirty. The kiss with Luca still lingered on my Lips but it didn't feel right. Not in the way it should have. Not in the way it felt with Saint.And for some reason, my thoughts kept spiraling back to Saint; I couldn't forget the way he looked at me when I was with his brother.Like I had betrayed him.Why does he have this effect on me? I chose Luca... didn't I?And besides, Saint had Ciara so it really shouldn't matter much. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.At that moment I just needed to escape and clear my head to figure out what the hell I was doing.Before I realized it, the mansion's familiar corridors gave way to unfamiliar doors
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